Good Mood Poem

A falling is a balance
beyond yourself
bruised heel
odd weeks in distance
still heals
aches

A bowing is a fearing
shrouded in
bandages, blood
and a blue moonlit sky
a banner of stars
over rusted spangled horses
feeding posted signs
and sun bleached no parking fees
feed me my Father
I'm free!

What year were you born Son?
I say you
on my knees whimpering
yes my Father
Nineteen Seven...
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!
YOU WERE BORN IN ZION!!!!!!!
NOW GET UP
OFF YOUR GOD FORSAKEN KNEES!
I ask again
when were you born son?
NINTEEN SEVENTY THREE !
THE BIRTH OF ZION!!!!!!

it's alive!!!
she screams
look out for the 10,000
year old tree!
rock goodbye baby
civilization call -- rent space
fibers as they fall
in black and white
now LCD HD
January cries
AH HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Waiting Room
One Love/One People
National Acrobat
never mind that now
never mind that now
carrot goggle white lab coat
wabbit- where's the gloves
Naaaaaaaa!!!!!!
What's Up Doc!

I am the Mighty King
the first to see
the last to leave

clap to my rhythm
see
I know the first
see you in the end
never fade
double helix
mirrors
prime mate face meet
family